you were the answer to my dreams

His skin was so particularly sensitive to his fiance's touch, the warmth in the wake of that chocolate as Dorian's fingers moved down the Englishman's fit figure only furthered the sensations those very parts of the undead man felt. That warm breath of the Monarch, the wetness of his tongue as that muscle slid down his abdomen only furthered that anticipation that so threatened to undo the man as Dorian dipped lower and lower towards his lap at that very arousal the King had so shamelessly crafted within him. That control was so eternally fragile tonight, more so than he could remember it being in some time. That lust was perhaps still as eclipsing as it had always been, the very sight of the King as he moved closer and closer towards that place Sebastian so wanted him was arousing all on it's own. That announcement of the sudden end of that chocolate caused a breath of air to leave his lips, one he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the vampire near whined for that pleasure Dorian alone was capable of bringing him. He had, perhaps, been decidedly selfish tonight, the man wholly denying the King that contact where as he himself was so willing to near beg for it.

Fortunately, such an action was hardly necessary as Dorian's hand dipped lower to satisfy those very desires, that groan leaving his lips the very moment the King so much as touched him. Still, did he not too desire to see the Italian equally as close to being undone as he so was? Did he too long to hear that breathlessness afflict Dorian's frame in the same fashion his own was so quickly increasing? Gingerly, he reached down for the Monarch, drawing his fiance upwards and closer towards him with the clear intent to not disrupt those very strokes he so needed. Any control he had gained in those moments downstairs, any undoing to that arousal was quickly returned to it's previous state, the vampire surely just as hard s he had been when Dorian's fingers were elsewhere on his frame. The sheer memory of even that touch was enough to stir those desires for more, the vampire easily distracted, in those moments, from his own self appointed task. The realization of it, however, was enough to prompt him to dip his own finger in that warm melted chocolate, the vampire fully intending to coax his lover's desire to life with those very things he knew so stirred that arousal within the man.

He could hardly deny the satisfaction he found within that simple sound that stoke of chocolate was capable of producing within him. After all, those groans and moans that left Dorian's lips were perhaps as alluring to him as was that touch the man so subjected him to. Such was certainly another idea to be toyed with at another time, he was sure. Tonight, he could scarcely keep his hands to himself and he certainly did not want Dorian to either. Sebastian leaned forward, altogether content to breathe in that very scent that had so come to symbolize home to him. His tongue flicked easily down the King's flesh, only for the vampire to press those far too sharp canines against that tender neck. That press of teeth was just enough to feel altogether firm, though certainly not to pierce flesh. For tonight, at least, it seemed that need for sexual satisfaction override that sometimes intense thirst for his lover's blood. His own fingers brushed downwards in that moment, feeling that flesh beneath his hand before embracing the fae King, that very position so reminding him of their first evening together nearly two years ago.

The vampire was well aware of that sudden pause to those firm, continual strokes, those teeth, it seemed, were eternally a vice for the fae. It was almost tempting really, to see if he could provoke the same wanting reaction from the fae with just the touch of those teeth in places beyond the bedroom. Perhaps in the middle of the street, before the King left to visit with his friends...such was yet another experiment to be held at another time - the whole idea quickly forgotten as Dorian once again picked up that steady pace. He could hardly help that warm simper upon his features at those muttered words and yet, in that very moment, restraining himself from biting down was becoming increasingly difficult. "Don't....tempt me..." He uttered, his own hips shiftward further forward against the King's touch in those moments, the vampire perhaps equally as impatient to move beyond what had now become mere foreplay, even in spite of that chocolate he had so retrieved for that very intent. That sudden shift of the King's frame, however, caused his attention to refocus, his hand almost regrettably releasing his lover in those moments as Dorian's lips pressed so fiercely against his own.

He shifted as his lover's hands moved away from him, instead entangling within those dark brown locks. The Englishman was so easily guided to his knees, the man hardly protesting as his lips so hungrily deepened that kiss. Those navy eyes fluttered open as the King slowly shifted away and yet, that that request that so came from Dorian's lips was one he certainly had no intention denying. He could hardly help the consideration that, surely, if such balance was required, the King had little intention of being gentle, even if such a prospect alone was one he wholly embraced. He turned without any further hesitation, his hands gripping that solid headboard as Dorian positioned himself behind him. That silent guidance of his lover's knees was unquestionably complied with, the Englishman shifting in the fashion the Monarch so seemed to desire only to feel that very brush of his lover in that place Dorian had so teased.

Sebastian could hardly help that gasp upon his lips as his lover entered him, his own body quickly adjusting to those newfound sensations and yet how they so managed to create a shiver within him. God, he had wanted this so very much that now he was uncertain of his own ability to last any substantial amount of time. That groan quickly followed in the wake of Dorian's movements, his grip tightening upon that headboard as Sebastian began to move in time with that rhythm of the King's hips, attempting to only further that depth gained from that very closeness. He'd hardly expected the way Dorian's hand brushed around his hip, to so grasp at him once again. His own breath came decidedly quick, those sounds leaving his lips with far more frequency. His head hung forward ever so slightly as Sebastian tried to stave off that all too close pinnacle of satisfaction. "God....Dorian..." His fiance's name was a moan upon his lips and yet, in that very moment, the Englishman was a slave to his lover's touch. Those sensations were all that existed within his world and to resist that completion was damn near impossible - even if he was hardly ready for it to end.

Sebastian Ellington